IndecentTalker
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My vision: POV switches between posts. Everything else I leave to the forum.
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“In Elizabethan times, when they refer to ‘dying’, they often mean—“ here Professor Rosewood flushed a deep red, and she lowered her voice before continuing, “having an orgasm.”
Her long hands reached up to the green scarf tied loosely around her neck, her eyes resolutely on the book of poetry in front of her.
In any other class, there might have been a titter or a juvenile joke at such a statement, but in ours, there was only rapt attention—and a thickening of the sexual tension that loomed like a sentinel over the seven of us.
Adorable. Coltish. Brilliant. I had yet to decide which adjective best described her, but had narrowed it down to those three over the first week of the course. There were only 6 of us in the class, all English nerds to one degree or another, and all willing to take a chance on a visiting professor. And oh, how that chance had paid off.
Taken piece by piece, the professor was no bombshell. Tall, yes, and stylish if not flashy. Well-proportioned features, certainly, but others had more to recommend them. The accent, I’ll grant—like a feminine Hugh Grant in all his hesitant glory—but other than that, even someone as partial as I couldn’t find one aspect that stood out.
It was instead how she animated those features, brilliant mind tripping her way unerringly through dense Transcendentalist poetry, pausing just long enough to let us catch up, gasping for breath. All the while, her arms weaving through the air like batons as she conducted us to intellectual glory, green eyes flashing.
And underneath it all, a barely suppressed sexuality that was like catnip to all of us. And now, here she was, discussing sex for the very first time.
She blushed at the word ‘orgasm.’ What would she do upon having one?
Not for the first time, I imagined the shape her mouth would make moaning my name as I slid myself deep into her, and I had to adjust myself under the desk.
“Yes, Edward?”
The Professor was looking at me expectantly. Now it was my turn to redden, and I coughed into my hand.
I was saved, to my surprise, by Adora, Professor Rosewood’s biggest sycophant—and that was saying something. She practically lived in Rosewood’s office as her volunteer TA, and if the rest of us hated her for it, it was only because we didn’t think of it first.
“Speaking of orgasms,” Adora said, letting the last word drip off her tongue, “is it true that—“
“Adora!” Professor Ravenwood said, voice firm until it broke, “Please don’t—“
“I told you what would happen,” said Adora, biting off each word as she glared at the Professor. Then she stood and faced us, flourishing her phone.
“Professor Ravenwood was fired from her last job for—“
“Adora!”
“For sleeping with her students.”
A video began to play on her phone. From where I stood, I could hardly see it, but from the way the Professor slumped down in her chair and covered her face with her hands, it seemed to be real.
The rest of us looked at each other, then back at the phone, as Adora continued.
“All of them.”
***
“In Elizabethan times, when they refer to ‘dying’, they often mean—“ here Professor Rosewood flushed a deep red, and she lowered her voice before continuing, “having an orgasm.”
Her long hands reached up to the green scarf tied loosely around her neck, her eyes resolutely on the book of poetry in front of her.
In any other class, there might have been a titter or a juvenile joke at such a statement, but in ours, there was only rapt attention—and a thickening of the sexual tension that loomed like a sentinel over the seven of us.
Adorable. Coltish. Brilliant. I had yet to decide which adjective best described her, but had narrowed it down to those three over the first week of the course. There were only 6 of us in the class, all English nerds to one degree or another, and all willing to take a chance on a visiting professor. And oh, how that chance had paid off.
Taken piece by piece, the professor was no bombshell. Tall, yes, and stylish if not flashy. Well-proportioned features, certainly, but others had more to recommend them. The accent, I’ll grant—like a feminine Hugh Grant in all his hesitant glory—but other than that, even someone as partial as I couldn’t find one aspect that stood out.
It was instead how she animated those features, brilliant mind tripping her way unerringly through dense Transcendentalist poetry, pausing just long enough to let us catch up, gasping for breath. All the while, her arms weaving through the air like batons as she conducted us to intellectual glory, green eyes flashing.
And underneath it all, a barely suppressed sexuality that was like catnip to all of us. And now, here she was, discussing sex for the very first time.
She blushed at the word ‘orgasm.’ What would she do upon having one?
Not for the first time, I imagined the shape her mouth would make moaning my name as I slid myself deep into her, and I had to adjust myself under the desk.
“Yes, Edward?”
The Professor was looking at me expectantly. Now it was my turn to redden, and I coughed into my hand.
I was saved, to my surprise, by Adora, Professor Rosewood’s biggest sycophant—and that was saying something. She practically lived in Rosewood’s office as her volunteer TA, and if the rest of us hated her for it, it was only because we didn’t think of it first.
“Speaking of orgasms,” Adora said, letting the last word drip off her tongue, “is it true that—“
“Adora!” Professor Ravenwood said, voice firm until it broke, “Please don’t—“
“I told you what would happen,” said Adora, biting off each word as she glared at the Professor. Then she stood and faced us, flourishing her phone.
“Professor Ravenwood was fired from her last job for—“
“Adora!”
“For sleeping with her students.”
A video began to play on her phone. From where I stood, I could hardly see it, but from the way the Professor slumped down in her chair and covered her face with her hands, it seemed to be real.
The rest of us looked at each other, then back at the phone, as Adora continued.
“All of them.”
